Chapter 19

Freya’s Pov

I wish I could say I was at peace when I woke up on his chest. I wish I could say I had one of those best sleep where you don’t want to wake up, that I was not scared, that I didn’t have a million thought laying next to him. That I didn’t go to sleep drowned in thoughts.

I also wished I could say that I didn’t enjoy it. His body against mine, the fog of peace that surrounded my head even in thoughts, his hand over my back holding me close to him. I wish I could deny that all of that didn’t set my body in peace but they did, way beyond my control.

Tracing aimless circles on his chest I thought how I had lost every atom of hope of him returning to me. I remembered vividly well how my heart missed a beat when the door creaked open to his figure as he stood in sight holding apologetic look. It broke me to stupor. I couldn’t be mad. The little faint of anger saw themselves through the door when it came open by him.

And when he said, ‘I said you should wait for me,’ that melted